“Now we’re in for it,” Zack said. “We can’t send them to the haunted house. It’s full of humans. There are no brains there!”
“Don’t worry, I’ve got this one,” Jinx said, pulling out an old iPod.
“Is that mommy’s old iPod?” Chloe asked.
“Probably,” Zack said. “We pillaged her old toy box and supplies after the Spring Adventure with the coyotes and hens. She’s glad we’re using her old stuff in Anipal Land.”
“I know she has it here somewhere,” Jinx said, scrolling through the playlist. “Here it is!” He pecked the iPod. The familiar sounds of Michael Jackson’s Thriller filled the air.
“Jinx, what are you doing?” Zack asked.
“They’re Halloween zombies, right?” Jinx asked.
“Yes, they were on course for the Haunted House, too,” the orbs said.
“Wait for it,” Jinx said.
“But they’re getting closer,” Quarkybirdy said.
“Wait!”
They stood, trembling as the zombies lurched forward. They froze as Jinx plugged the iPod into a set of external speakers.
“What’s happening?” Zack asked.
Suddenly, the zombies broke out in the Thriller dance.
“I can’t believe it,” ConureChick said. “How did that happen?”
“Halloween zombies must dance to Thriller,” Jinx said. "That's zombie Halloween rules."
“Wow, they can really bust a move,” Zack said. “I didn’t know zombies could dance.”
“What about other zombies?” Chloe asked.
“They don’t dance. It takes a head shot with a real gun, and you can’t miss or you’ll be one of them too,” Jinx said. “But these are old-school zombies, so Thriller works on them.”
“That’s a catchy tune,” Zack bobbed his head. Soon everybody, from anipals to Dracula to the orbs, were dancing to the music. Jinx found more tunes on the old iPod and added Monster Mash, Werewolves of London, and This is Halloween, to the playlist. They were head bobbing to Rob Zombie’s Dragula when a horn honked, and they realized it was full dark and time for the feast.
“French Fry Friday!” Jeff Musk shouted.
“Yay! Now the feast begins!” Zack said.
All of the oggie-boogies froze in place, staring at the truck.